(Dear Male Reader: please do not let the title of this post preclude you from enjoying the following poem. The PMS Poem Tuesday poems aren't about a certain topic, they merely reflect a certain crankiness. I promise not to refer to a certain event in way other than in the title.)
The following poem was unwittingly submitted to me by my brother-in-law Lawyer.
It is by the poet Billy Collins.
Another Reason Why I Don't Keep a Gun In The House
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking./ He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark/ that he barks every time they leave the house./ They must switch him on on their way out.
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking./ I close all the windows in the house/ and put on a Beethoven symphony full blast/ but I can still hear him muffled under the music./ barking, barking, barking.
and now I can see him sitting in the orchestra,/ his head raised confidently as if Beethoven/ had included a part for barking dog.
When the record finally ends he is still barking,/ sitting there in the oboe section barking/ his eyes fixed on the conductor who is/ entreating him with his baton.
while the other musicians listen in respectful/ silence to the famous barking dog solo,/ that endless coda that first established/ Beethoven as an innovative genius.